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The rain beat down on the windowsill in a beautiful rhythm. The light still didn’t go out so having all the batteries and flashlights and candles out were a waste. We sat there watching the news to see about the storm. IT wasn’t letting up anytime soon. Figured. He told me he was sixteen and that his birthday was May 5th. He asked me how my family died, but I just shoved that question off and walked into the kitchen. I pulled out a bottle of water and tossed him it. He missed. Obviously. I got one for myself and walked back. He was the first one up and the first to take a shower. I could tell he washed his hair. Not only because of the scent of flowers every time I walked near him, but my shampoo bottle was empty. Oh well. When I get a chance to call Marley I’ll ask him to bring me some. Along with some food and laundry detergent. His clothes used it all up.
I gave him some of father’s clothes to wear. Despite the fact that they swallowed him, he looked good. Baggy jeans instead of the leather jeans that probably shrank seven sizes in the wash. A grey t-shirt with a bunch of skate boards on it, instead of his no sleeve t-shirt that was drenched in blood. And I even gave him dad’s sneakers, which were three sizes big. I wore the usual. Black hoodie with zebra jeans and converse.
He plopped down on the bean bag chair in my room and sank into it. It was funny because all you could see were his sneakers. Other than him screaming for help because of the chair swallowing him whole, it was pretty silent. Good. It would give me some time to write a report for English class. This was one of my assignments that Marley told me I had to finish by the end of the week. I walked down and sat at the counter with my note book and pen. Lucas was downstairs as well, peering through the refrigerator. I told him three times that it was almost empty and no matter how many times he glared at it, the food wouldn’t magically appear. He replied with a simple smirk and kept peering at the butter, cream, and almost empty soda. The pizza place was closed because of the storm, just like every other store. I rubbed my head with the heel of my hand. It was so hard to figure out what to write. I asked Lucas for ideas, but he shrugged. I Threw the pen to the floor in disgust. This was so hard! Marley would put me under pressure that would make me work harder, but he wasn’t here. We sat on the couch watch the terminator. I was resting my head on his shoulder. I asked him of course. He was blushing a little bit, but I decided not to scream at him, like I do to every boy who blushes around me, and give him a break. I mean, he just lost his family and he saw it happen. To think that I was sulking about my parents death. He was handling it fine. Or was that because I was here? Oh well. Anyway, he still had a pretty rough week. He told me he’d been running since the next town away, and that was miles away. He told me that his step father had bad aim, so it was good thing that none of the bullets hit him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a big hug. His face went even more redder and I couldn’t help but laugh when he stumbled up. He walked upstairs, telling me that he was going to lay down for a bit. I could tell he was tired, do I let him. I could hear his footsteps go from the hall into the bathroom, stop, heard the toilet flush, then they continued into my room. I leaned on the window, watching the rain slide down the glass with such rage. It was like God’s heart was broken and he was crying endlessly. God. I hope he’s taking good care of everyone. They were all kind souls, and I can’t help but think that I’d let them down some how. The rain seems to be the tears that everyone in the world has shed, every tear that us humans have cried. My eyes were nearly shut, until I heard a soft tap, tap, bang, tap, bang, bang. I shot up. Marley! I flung opened the door, and there he was. Holding my wet paper assignments, a fifty dollar bill, and my books. He came in and we hugged, like always. He brought food. He got me milk, Mac and cheese, things that I need like deodorant, three new bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and more toothpaste. After I had helped him put the things away where they belong, we sat down and he explained to me what we had to do for homework. It wasn’t much. Just reading. The rest was make-up work I had missed a few days ago.
“ Heather,” Marley spoke in a depressing tone, “ My step-son, he ran away today.”
“ I’m sorry.” I said, although he knew I knew he meant Lucas.
“ It’s not your fault. Unless, he’s here.” I swiftly stood up, knocking the chair over onto the floor. He’s on to me! I had to make it upstairs to tell him to stay hidden. I heard his footsteps move around upstairs. Marley and I glanced at each other for a second, then we both darter upstairs. He gripped my ankle, pulling me down, but I kicked him in the face, causing his teeth to become lose. I kept kicking until he was far enough to make it upstairs. He got up and dashed after me. I pushed Lucas back into my room and hid him in the closet. In it was all clothes, so he could probably make a hide out of clothes and make himself blend in. I grabbed a shot gun, a fifty-two caliber, and a rifle.
“ Stay hidden in here, ok? Don’t come out.”
“ Why? What’s wrong?” He whispered. He was worried about me. I could hear it in his voice. “ Tell me!”
“ He’s here for you. Stay here. I’ll come and get you. Then, we’ll leave.” We both heard his heavy boots bang against the wooden stairs. “ Stay here.” I took the rifle and shot at him. I’m guessing he had a gun too because he shot back. Damn! Stupid me! I left the gun in his reach! Boy, does that help in a time like this. My heart was pumping so loud, I thought he could hear it. Could he? Could he hear my heart beat from the stair case? I shot again, but it missed him and pierced the wall behind him. I shot him once again, and this time, it was a perfect shot. It plunged him through the heart. I heard his body fall down the stairs and then, it was silent. No movement once or ever. I ran back to the closet and looked at him. He was terrified so much that when he hugged me, he was quivering. His skin was warm as always, but his grip was tight. He wouldn’t let me go, even when I tried to break free. Marley was dead. That was all that was running through my head at the time. I killed the only one who supports me. Now what? How will we earn money to feed ourselves or buy clothes? He let go of me now, but stayed close to me. We both were scared half to death, so we made sure we were close together. Even when we were sleeping. His idea. I’m guessing he liked it because he wrapped his arms around me and every time he did he would either get a kick in the shin or an elbow in the stomach. Shows him that I’m not gullible like the other girls. Once when I hit him with my elbow, I accidentally hit where his wound was. He didn’t say anything to me. I guess he was mad. Oh well. I sat up to go get a drink. Thanks to what Marley had brought me, I can have an actual bowl of coco puffs! The news said something on how the storm would last another couple of days. I wonder if he knew I was claustrophobic? Oh well. I’ll explain everything to him in the morning. I never knew how Emma died, sometimes, I don’t think she died at all, but dad told me in one letter that she wasn’t with us anymore. He didn’t tell me how since I was turning eleven at the time. I turned off the television. Watching the news was getting boring so I grasped my Dell laptop and logged on to MSN. My only friend wasn’t on. How could she? The last time I saw her I was nine and she was eight. I felt bad for her. The last time I saw her, I slept over her house. Her mother was a drug addict so she spent most of the time in her room smoking. We had just got done playing truth or dare, and all the rest of the games she had were lying around on the floor dismantled because of us. Our laughter filled the house, and we hated to go to sleep at nine, but her mom told us too. Or, at least me. She told my friend to stay up for a bit longer so they could talk. So, being obedient as I was, I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. You know how in dreams you wake up and the house is filled with the stench of blood and its all silent, and something is behind you ready to devour you? I woke up to that. But the stench of blood was heavy, and smelled fresh. I saw my friend’s mother shadow swinging at another shadow. I hate to think that the helpless and weak shadow was my friend, but even God knew as well as I did that it was. Her mother abused her, but she told me verbally. If I had knew it was physically I would have done something about it. I would already know her response. “ No,” she would say, “ It’s my battle. No one else can be involved.” Well then, I guess this is what she gets for not telling anyone about her issues at home. But, I can’t blame her. I wouldn’t tell anyone that my family was hurting me. Now, she is a fragile soul lost in the hands of fate and I hope that her dreams would give her winds so she could fly to a place where she’s loved. If there is such a place. I have no knowledge on the catholic ways, and I, myself, am catholic. My mom didn’t have the money to send me to a catholic school like she did with Zachary and Emma. Father always made a joke on saying how they didn’t plan to have me. But he would stop when we all glared at him. At some times, I didn’t think of it as a joke. I kind of knew they never wanted me because they would let Emma and Zachary do what ever they please when they were my age according to Zachary. Maybe he was lying to me. Trying to make me feel upset and make my self esteem go low. It was too late to ask him what he really meant by it. But now, I have Lucas as my family and he has me. We are all each other had and we must keep each other safe. Luckily for us, I am highly skilled in fighting. When I as in elementary school, people would run away from me because I was so tough. I had a crush on one boy though. I can’t remember his name, but I remember his black spiky hair and how he would always make the others laugh. No one knew about this crush, not even Zachary or Emma and usually I would tell them everything. Oh well.
I hear the sound of sirens and the pounding fists at the door. Lucas was shaking me screaming that the police were here complaining about the gun shots. I shot up, nearly knocking him over onto his butt. We both grabbed what we need. Clothes, food, extra money, took brush/toothpaste, and some weapons. You never know when these will come in handy. We escaped through the back door. Luckily for us, we both wear black so we can blend in with the night. It took us until sunrise to make it to the next town. We had to stop several times because one of us either had to go to the bathroom or ask for directions. We were trying to make it out of the tri-state area, but with little money, no sense of direction, and very little food, we wouldn’t even last a week. We both got a hotel room with some of the money we had left over and we each ordered room service. We kept in touch by the telephone in our rooms just in case if the police came. I took a shower and used one of those mini shampoos that Emma always took when she went to a new hotel. I dressed in my white fuzzy pajamas and monkey slippers. I never went anywhere with out them.
By then I was done with my food and lying on the bed stuffed. Knowing Lucas, he probably ordered seconds and thirds. He better not waste his share of the money because we still need clothes. I saw one missed call on the phone and it came from Lucas’ room. I heard him scream like he was going to barge into my door, so I did the obvious and the next thing I see is him fly into my room and run into my wall tripping over my suitcase. He was in his denim jeans and dad’s sneakers.
“ Are you ok?!” He sprung up and pulled me into a hug. “ You didn’t answer your phone so I thought something bad occurred. I rushed over to see if you were fine and when you didn’t open the door, I tried to knock it down.” He was hugging me so tight I thought he would snap me in half.
“ I was in the shower.” He let go and looked at me with a confused look.
“ So, nothing bad happened?”
“ No. I would of screamed you know.”
“ I know. I was just worried…” He ran out of the room and back into his room. I called after him but before I called his name again, his door slammed shut. I quietly closed my door after staring at his for five minutes. He was really scared that I might have gotten hurt. I climbed under the covers and closed my eyes.
 Taiyou Kurotsuki · Sat Feb 27, 2010 @ 07:23pm · 0 Comments |
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